January 02, 2018 at 11:56 am
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War | Death | Military
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Two Final Thoughts
The Marine was fed up with the war
but he had signed up for the hard ride.
And there with his comrades by him
on a bloody Christmas Day he died.
It was in a house in Fallujah
that he met the little boy
playing with something
they first thought was merely just a toy.
Yet it was not a plaything
but a bomb that was homemade
so when it went off it acted
much like an exploding hand-grenade.
The Marine had two final thoughts
before the room was blown to Hell.
Firstly he knew it was just a child
who he'd have wished to be well.
And the last thing in his tired mind
before his prayers did cease
was perhaps now I'm finally going
to a place where I'll find peace!
Michael "Too Many Still Out There My Friends!" Gallatin
Last Modified: January 02, 2018 at 12:02 pm
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I'm always ready to post another pro-soldier but anti-war poem. I think it needs to be said constantly until those in power get it that nobody wins in war and these "kids" should be home. My son, thank God, made it home! Far too many soldiers don't! So this is for all those brave men and women on all sides of so many fights who are called to war to kill for causes they likely don't even understand. Bring them home!!!
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